Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]

[birthmural]

[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here

For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

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[makeherblue]

Of course the speech didn't work. Maybe the Doctor’s aim was just naturally off by an inch (or maybe two. Definitely not three).

Either way, both humans were still in one piece and the Doctor/Darksoul was going to chalk it up to them just being naturally squirrely. Well, they are human. Loads of practice, probably. Survival mechanism to be fast on their feet. It wasn't like their species had much else going for them, he thought, and it was almost with a sense of pity. A faint fondness, barely able to resurface under the Darksoul. The pity was wiped out almost immediately as he turned toward the largest -- and shiniest, apparently -- target in the room. Shiny arm, doing a...Thing. The Doctor ignored Jamie, labeling him as hardly a threat. Less than hardly. He didn't have a Shiny Thing and he was far smaller than the other human.

Besides, he had personal business with Jamie. If there was anyone he wanted to save for some fun later on the way to Earth, it was definitely him.

“Jamie, you’re embarrassing yourself,” the Doctor said almost conversationally, tracking Big Fella, “Then again, that was one of the few things you were good at, if I remember correctly. Another slobbering, pathetic human. Didn’t even bring a Shiny Thing with you. At least Big Fella here is pretending like he can defend himself.”

The Doctor/Darksoul lifted the trident – this Time Lord could certainly stand to put on some muscle, the Darksoul shouldn’t have to be doing most of the grunt work for him – and ignored Jamie completely. Wasn’t worth his time. And he highly doubted he could open those doors, not after all these centuries. You know, it was almost like he’d planned this, changing it just enough so no one but him could pilot the TARDIS. Another stream of soulfire blasted through the air at the big human, but this time the Doctor wasn’t trying to roast him all the way through. Call it bleed through from his normal personality, but he was curious to see what the Shiny Thing could do.

So he poked it with a stick. Technically a demonic/spirity trident, it wasn’t really a real stick. Close enough, right?

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie's really not all that surprised the speech failed, given what happened with Kaylee, but he was hoping it wouldn't come down to a fight. Which, unfortunately, looks more and more like is going to be the case.

His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly at the insult, but it's not the Doctor saying it, not really. It's the Darksoul using the Doctor's memories. If the Time Lord hadn't seen something in Jamie, the Scot wouldn't have wound up traveling in the TARDIS at all. There's a much deeper level of trust there that the Darksoul just must not be picking up on.

However, the fact that...what was the guy's name? Jamie does remember seeing him during the combat training, and...ah! Paco. Right. The fact that Paco is fiddling with his arm is a little - a lot - worrying. The last thing Jamie wants is for the Darksoul to hurt Paco. Or, more accurately, Paco to hurt the Doctor.

"Aye, well, that's where you're wrong," Jamie says defiantly, reaching for his wrists. "Mine's just a wee bit different. RED DRAGON!"

The morphers aren't particularly shiny, but the effect they have is. Jamie turns his wrists and slams the key home, and there is a bright, red flash of light that envelops his entire body. When it fades away, the Red Ranger is there in Jamie's place, going through the requisite posing that seems to come along with the transformation. It does at least look like Jamie's Highlander background's affected that, however, as the sequence involves him swinging an imaginary claymore over his head. All he needs is a good 'Creag an tuire' and he's all set.

"Now why don't ye be a good little spirit and go haunt someone else?"

As the stream of soulfire shot out of the trident, he ran towards the Doctor. Paco would have to deal with that shot, but Jamie was bound and determined to get the Doctor's attention away from the other man.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco dove to avoid the second blast of soulfire, swearing at the heat, and rolled up to one knee to brace himself. A press of the button that had previously been hidden under the metal he'd twisted out of the way, metal fist shot out toward the Doctor -- he might be able to dodge it, if he were still paying attention to Paco and not the results of the red flash of light. Otherwise, Paco knew to aim for body-blows.

[makeherblue]

The Doctor had half-turned toward the red flash at the corner of his eye: incidentally, it was probably the only thing that saved him from a full blow.

The shiny fist hit him in the waist, glancing off. It sent him staggering against the console, a switch getting toggled as his elbow smacked hard against it. A few jets of hot steam shot up from the seams in the floor, the TARDIS groaning in protest as her panels rattled. Pain flashed up the Doctor's body for a moment, the Darksoul forcing the Time Lord back up again. Nothing broken, so there was that. That red thing that was supposed to be Jamie was almost on top of him – them…no, it was him, not a them -- and really, that was a lot of spandex and just about as distracting as a metal fist coming right at him. The Doctor/Darksoul didn’t have the range to use the soulfire, not when Jamie was almost up the stairs. It used those few seconds to play more wounded than it really was, the Doctor leaning heavily on the trident and gasping.

It was right when Jamie was almost upon him that the Doctor suddenly jerked his head up. The Darksoul glared at the vermin in red. It swung at him with the trident, too close to whip it around to use the business end but still putting their back into the swing.

This time it wasn’t distracted enough to miss by maybe possibly two (most definitely not three) inches again. It had the Doctor in its fist this time.

Well, not that it had a proper fist. Under normal circumstances.

“Someone better? Like you? Why bother with a barely evolved ape?” the Doctor snarled, no longer panting. He seemed to have a second wind. Okay, it was a limping second wind, but still: second wind. The first thing he was doing when he got to Earth? Getting some proper exercise before he started going after the rest of Jamie and Paco’s species. This was getting a little ridiculous. Ridiculous was good, especially with the Doctor in here having some perfectly creative ideas for their future fun, but this was bad ridiculous. “Humans! A mistake of a species: dull, stubborn, stupid lower lifeforms. I could go alphabetically but frankly, I don’t have the time. I’ll enjoy Earth, I think.”

The Doctor/Darksoul bolted around the side of the console, hitting another series of switches, toggles, and typing on the keyboard with one hand, his fingers blurring. It seemed like he intended to take off with the TARDIS and the two vermin inside. Or at least try to get that going. Jamie was oh so wrong. Maybe he thought he’d liked humans. Even fooled himself into thinking he really cared for a planet of optimistic failures. That they were deep down his favorite species. But the truth was, he just needed bodies in here to talk to. One human was good as the rest.

Besides, if the Doctor/Darksoul killed a specific one and changed his mind, he could always pop back into the past and net himself an earlier version. Why he didn't just do it before was beyond him.

With the past, present and future of all these planets the Doctor trapped here knew, it opened up too many doors to count.

[bonnypiperlad]

There was that warning sensation again, but it came too late for Jamie to do much about the blow save twist himself a little so it wasn't slamming into his solar plexus for the second time in under an hour. He still felt it, though, even through the armor.

With a grunt of pain, he staggered a step or two away. "The Doctor will never let ye get away with that," he managed to get out, straightening back up. "And neither will I."

His eyes lit on the control panel for the TARDIS, full of all those things so unfamiliar to him. One of the levers caught his attention, and he wondered for a moment if that would be what would open the doors. Only one way to find out.

With a thought, the halberd materialized in his hands, and he called back over to Paco. "When I tell ye to run, run!"

Flipping it around to he could use it like a staff, he advanced on the Doctor, meaning to push him away from the controls long enough that Jamie could try the lever.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco pressed another button, causing the grappling line attached to his fist to retract it back across the floor. He's not too worried about the possessed guy stomping on it, since the gizmos inside pull it back with enough force to lift at least twice Paco's weight, but he doesn't want other guy tripping over it and he doesn't want the Doctor pinning it to the floor with his pitchfork either.

His first instinct when the other guy starts shouting orders is to tell him to stuff it and that he's not going to leave him here, but occasionally his common sense does kick into gear. If he runs when he's told, he can get help -- like, oh, magic help that can stuff the Darksoul into a jar. Much more preferable than whacking away at the guy with a stick. He doesn't have to go far, just outside long enough to dial the comms, then he can come right back in and help again.

"You got it, Scottish dude!"

[makeherblue]

"Run? Really, Jamie! Haven't learned much from when I picked you up, did you? Where's he going to run to that I can't find him?." After all, it's his ship. He likes to think he deserves some credit here. He's not that old he can't flush Big Fella here out. And the bonus? With a young body like this, he can keep up. Finally, all that running down corridors turns out to be useful for something aside from, you know, self-preservation. And stuff. The Doctor’s head starts to swivel toward Big Fella. That arm. Ooh, he likes that arm. That? Is a gorgeous arm. Clearly he needs to take it for himself, get a nice close look. There’s nothing that says that the big human here has to be attached to it, though. In fact, he’d probably just get in the way.

But then Jamie has to be so perfectly distracting right then that the Doctor has to focus on him.

Did he -- yes. Yes, he did. That was a halberd from thin air. Darksoul-possessed or not, the Doctor thinks that’s downright cool.

“I’ll just starve him out anyway,” the Doctor sneers at Jamie, trying to push back against the halberd with the trident. He can’t see Jamie’s face with that helmet thing on. Just another human trying to stave off that pathetically short lifespan. "Go on, run!”

Unfortunately, despite the Doctor’s enthusiasm, he was still not quite as strong as Jamie. The Doctor’s foot slides backward an inch, and then several more as he's pushed away from the console. Strong kid. The Doctor doesn’t quite remember Jamie being so strong, but then again, he remembers him as a corpse, so there’s that. All right, going back to the basics. The Doctor’s hand starts to shimmer as he begins to summon the soulfire. Nothing like a point-blank roasting, is there? The Doctor’s pushed up against the railing as he brings his hand up, that fire crackling and spitting.

[bonnypiperlad]

The distraction works as well as Jamie had hoped it would, even if it does mean he has to take a hit to the chest from the soulfire. The armor absorbs the worst of it, although Jamie goes flying backwards and away from the railing in a shower of sparks.

This is exactly what he wants, however, as it puts him right by the part of the panel he spotted earlier. He quickly flips back to his feet - that's fairly new, too, even with Jamie's natural agility. Someone's picked up a few different tricks, it seems.

Hoping against hope he's got the right lever, he throws the switch and is rewarded with the sound of the TARDIS doors swinging open.

"Run!"

Jamie knows, though, he needs to give Paco enough time to actually get out. So he immediately turns back to face the Doctor, swinging the halberd in an attempt to either knock the Doctor down if he's started to get up or keep him down if he hasn't moved yet.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco hated to leave Jamie here to do all the fighting, but he'd already recognized that the plan is a good one and flip-flopping was going to make it worse. He rammed his stick back into the holder he'd improvised for it and bolts for the doors.

Call for help, give them the location, come back in and help until the cavalry gets here. That's the plan, and following it wasn't cowardly.

[makeherblue]

Oh. Okay, so he hasn't actually expected a lower lifeform like Jamie to...actually succeed with the door.

Oops.

Maybe he might have made some minor miscalculations here. Not that the Doctor's too fussed about Big Fella escaping. Deal with Jamie here, jump back to when -- or where -- ever he wanted, and he could easily pick up Big Fella in the past, even if it was just minutes backwards in time. So much for caring about crossing his own timestream.

The Doctor focuses all his attention on going after Jamie. His big friend isn't getting anywhere the Doctor couldn't get to with the TARDIS. He takes a swing at Jamie with the trident but his injured leg has other ideas, slipping on the glass floor. It plants him right in the path of the halberd. The Doctor falls heavily, the trident skittering across the floor, popping out of existence before it hits the lower level.

For the moment, it seems Jamie has the upper hand. The Doctor almost looks like he's temporarily stunned, lying on his side on the floor, and not moving. His eyes, however, track the human, even half-closed from his position on the floor. Obviously he'll lose if it's just pure muscle, but he's still got some tricks up his sleeve that he doubts Jamie's picked up. And unlike Jamie, he's got both centuries on his side and the added plus of not being an idiot human, which right now he's reminded all over again how thankful he is. How miserable that would be, to be born one of them.

[bonnypiperlad]

Not cowardly at all, Paco. Jamie's been in his shoes enough to know that there's times that it's better to go than to stay. And he suspects that Paco won't stay gone for long at all.

Jamie raises the halberd, preparing to knock the Doctor unconscious if he has to - as much as he hates to do it, he knows it might be necessary - but it seems the fall's done it for him. When the trident pops out of existence, Jamie takes that as a good sign. Maybe the spirit decided to leave on its own, and he won't have to wait for any other help to arrive.

Dropping the halberd next to him, Jamie tugs off his helmet, revealing a very worried face. He sets it down as well, kneeling down next to the Doctor.

"Doctor? Can ye hear me?" Does the Time Lord still carry smelling salts in his pocket? Jamie leans over him, searching about it any pockets he can find to try and find them. Failing to find any, he goes to attempt to gently slap the side of the Doctor's face.

"Doctor, come on, wake up."

[makeherblue]

See? Humans. Tom was right. They are a prey race. It's like they practically have an HELLO, EASY TARGET RIGHT HERE sign painted on each and every one of their backs. Think of all the times he'd saved them; if he hadn't decided to step in, they would have been conquered so many times he would've lost count. But maybe he was just saving Earth for himself. He doesn't trust the other aliens out there to be as creative about it as him.

The Doctor's eyes flare open when Jamie gently slaps his cheek. One hand snaps out to grab Jamie's wrist in a bruising grip, jerking him forward as his other comes up toward Jamie's face. There's no soulfire. He doesn't think he needs it. Not with this.

"Typical. Always like a human not to make sure," the Doctor's other hand cups Jamie's forehead as he meets eyes with his ex-dead man. Well, he'll be back to being regular dead, sooner or later. The Doctor/Darksoul forces open that doorway, everything seeming to stretch out between them as he invades Jamie's mind. His eyes are incredibly old as he gazes up at the trapped human. "I'll share with you what I see, Jamie. After all, we're such good friends."

It's obscenely easy, actually. Most humans don't have very good psychic defenses. Not from Jamie's period. And this time he isn't respecting silly things like privacy or a moral code or even just general safety. The Doctor simply opens things up between them and shows Jamie everything. If he ends up drooling on the floor, well. The Doctor had his fun. He can fix Jamie for another round if he feels like it. Right now he's not feeling too charitable. Those bruises are very real and Jamie's still offensive, what with him being a walking dead man. The Doctor keeps his hand on Jamie's face, finally letting go of his wrist so he can touch Jamie's head on both sides.

Still staring at Jamie's face, the Doctor/Darksoul smiles to himself. Themselves. Wait, he meant that from the start. This is what they both want, right?

[bonnypiperlad]

Pathetically easy, when it comes down to it. After the whole incident with the Nightmare King, Jamie had meant to learn more in the way of psychic defenses - but had never gotten very far. What little he has are shredded like tissue paper under the Darksoul's attack.

Images flood Jamie's brain, too fast to stop even though he desperately wants them to. There's so much to process - too, much, really, and his simple human brain is, quite frankly, overwhelmed.

With a cry of pain that comes out sounding rather a lot like 'Yeeeearrrgh', Jamie tries to pull back. Every instinct he possesses is telling him that he needs to get away, but the Doctor has him trapped quite effectively for the moment.

[makeherblue]

Images, impressions, feelings, even flashes of smells and tastes. The Doctor throws in everything and anything at this point, not matter how petty or private or irrelevant.

The smile grows at the cry of pain. The Doctor doesn't let him go, not at first. He maintains the physical points of contact, his fingers still touching Jamie's forehead, and that flood is relentless. Not exactly surgical precise, but he can always try again another time, another human, if he wants precise. It's not like there aren't plenty of other vermin out there he could practice on.

"Oh, stop complaining," the Doctor leans in. The Darksoul is enjoying this. They both are. Or they think they both are, which amounts to the same thing. "This is what friends do, right? Share and share and share..."

He keeps it up for what would probably feel like an eternity. In truth, it's only a few more minutes, the Doctor/Darksoul watching with an intense, curious expression on his face. He thinks he can feel Jamie slipping and with it, his interest. Jamie's no good if he's already going to fade under just the little bit of what he’s shared through the connection, the Doctor frowning. No more good, hearty "yeargh's", the Doctor notes, almost sadly. Well, Jamie's only a human. He shouldn't have expected more. Unreasonable expectations. The Doctor studies his victim’s wan face. Jamie doesn’t look very good. A bit under the weather, he'd say. Probably not going to be much trouble, if he can even recover. The Doctor finally lets Jamie go, letting him drop to the glass floor and shoving the human off him.

Using the railing to haul himself to his feet, the possessed Time Lord steps over his friend toward the controls. The TARDIS groans again. Seems she doesn’t like him. The other him. The better one. The Doctor works his way to the time altimeter, limping, pulling levers, working the foot pedals, and ignoring the way the TARDIS seems to be trying to work against him. The levers are harder to push. Some of the keys are jamming. Others are just annoyingly sticky and that blinky red button that he suspects might be a panic button is strobing right in his face. It’s at just the right frequency to be borderline painful to a Time Lord, too. The Doctor kicks the TARDIS again, this time much harder. If he wasn’t possessed, he’d probably be nursing a stubbed toe (and knee).

Of all the times the old girl has to be stubborn --

“Stop it right now!” he shakes a finger at the gyroscopic stabilizer, which is solidly stuck. The old girl is definitely trying to work against them, he’s sure of it. The Doctor brushes the hair out of his eyes, then adjusts his bowtie. She can’t keep this up forever. The Doctor steps over Jamie again, ignoring him. He’s completely focused on trying to finish getting ready to launch the TARDIS, which means – “What’s wrong with you?”

The time rotor isn’t even moving. It should be moving. The Doctor checks the monitor for readings, then the console. It’s not working. The TARDIS isn’t launching like she should. Has to be the humans. The Doctor’s face darkens, going dead still as it sinks in. They probably sabotaged the old girl -- mostly likely beat it with sticks, because anything else was probably too advanced for them -- and now he can’t take off.

[bonnypiperlad]

Over and over and over again the cycle goes, the tiny little pieces adding their way in and getting swallowed by the whole. So many, many things that have happened in 900-odd years. So so many in just the last few. Jamie feels himself start to slip, losing his grip on that part of him that is still him...

And the Doctor lets go. Jamie slumps to the ground, barely holding onto consciousness. What little part of his brain that isn't currently scrambled tells him to play dead, and he does - at least for long enough for the Doctor to step over Jamie.

It's good he hasn't quite blacked out, although his head is pounding louder than 20 or 30 brass bands - or at least, it feels that way. He can still function. So, while the Doctor is caught up in trying to get the TARDIS to work, Jamie slowly reaches for his helmet, hooking his fingers around it so he can draw it closer to himself without the Doctor noticing.

As the possessed Time Lord stops what he's doing, Jamie pops it back on his head. His mind's still in a muddle, but his instinct is still strong. And that instinct is telling him that something bad is coming.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco had heard Jaime yelling, but he'd needed to make sure that help was coming. It wouldn't have done any good to go back inside and gotten himself burnt to a crisp without it. So he gritted his teeth and waited, and then when the shouting stopped, he counted to ten before peeking inside.

Hah, the Doctor had his back to the door. Paco crept back inside, stick in hand. If he moved quickly and quietly enough, he might be able to get to the Doctor before the Doctor could torch him -- and if he could do that, Paco had experience whacking homicidal aliens with sticks, technically without killing them.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

The hangar wasn't quite a place the Medic had much interest in, but he was close when he picked up the scream. Not the scream of a person dieing, but the scream of a person in pain. Suffering. Being tortured? The sort of scream that just caught Medic's attention in a more favorable way than his teammates senselessly calling his name.

So to the hangar he went in search for the source of that sound. All he came to notice, though, was some kid armed with a stick, peering into what strangely looked like some kind of telephone booth before stepping, no, sneaking into it in a way that shouldn't even be remotely possible given the size of the thing.

Giving in to a rather uncommon kind of curiosity, the German stepped up to the phone box, which turned out to be a police box, according to the inscriptions. Frowning, the man peered inside. And his frown only deepened. The interior didn't match the outer look at all!

But Medic couldn't dwell on that fact for long, as the activities taking place within caught his attention. There was that kid with the stick. Another one, clad in some weird costume, was down on the ground. And then there was that seemingly busy man that may just be about to get a stick onto his head. Perking a brow at the sight, Medic crossed his arms and remained inplace, watching. You certainly didn't get a person to scream like that with a simple stick. Not unless you're very good. So where exactly had it come from?


[[ooc: god, I hope I'm halfway accurate with the TARDIS here... Really don't know that series, so I dare to rely on Google D8 - tell me if I'm doing it all wrong.]]

It's fine. We're in Eleventh Doctor's Series 5 TARDIS! ;3

[makeherblue]

Unluckily for Big Fella and his new friend -- humans did have a habit of traveling in packs, didn’t they? -- the Doctor had pretty good hearing. Well, when he said pretty good, he really meant excellent. Under normal circumstances when he wasn’t focused on a TARDIS that was fighting him every step of the way, he probably would’ve heard them come through the door. Instead, it was when Big Fella reached the stairs that he turned.

Actually, he got another extremely irritating strobe of the panic button in his eye from the TARDIS and then he turned.

Oh. More humans.

The Doctor suddenly broke out into a grin. By a stroke of luck, he’d turned away from Jamie, not seeing he’d recovered far faster than he would have expected from any lower lifeform, much less a mere human. Right, yes, more intruders. And right when he was starting to get angry, too. Just what he needed, some vermin to take it out on. Shame about losing the trident though. Once he got the TARDIS fixed, he’d have to come back to exactly when he lost it and get it back, especially since he was rather fond of it. Thought he was fond of it. No, he’d always been fond of it, he was sure of that. The Doctor had a slightly confused expression on his face before he recovered.

“Brought a friend, did you? Wonderful! Now I can find out which one of you vermin did this to the TARDIS,” the Doctor said, standing at the top of the stairs, alone. Without the trident, he looked almost harmless in the tweed and bowtie, and seemingly unarmed. The possessed Time Lord eyed Paco’s stick critically as he clasped his hands together. “Back to basics, I see. What’s next, spears?”

Big Fella’s friend wasn’t reacting like the others had to the TARDIS being mind-bogglingly amazing on the inside. The Doctor/Darksoul fixed him with a disappointed look. It was the sort of look you gave someone when they tried to trip you up for no reason at all. Just because he’d been fooling himself about humans didn’t mean he suddenly stopped liking their reactions to the TARDIS. New plans, new Doctor today, new improvements: he still liked people being frozen in awe by the TARDIS.

Obviously this new human was going to be a hard sell.

[bonnypiperlad]

As the Doctor turns towards Paco and whoever the new arrival is, Jamie lets his arms slacken, pretending to be unconscious yet once more. It seems that that neither he or the Darksoul have caught on to the fact he's got the helmet back on, and he cautiously raises his head, watching and calculating his next move.

He could do some fancy footwork and go for one of the martial arts moves that he has a better grasp on now, by being a Ranger. The suit's supposed to help with that sort of thing, after all. But thanks to the Doctor's 'sharing' earlier, Jamie isn't thinking clearly enough to let that happen. Instead, he goes back to an older and more familiar way of fighting, slowly getting to his feet and then, quite suddenly, launching himself bodily at the Time Lord with a yell.

"Creag an tuire!"

Yes, he does do that rather a lot. Old habits die hard. With luck, though, he'll be able to knock the Doctor down the stairs. And if not, well, it should still be a really good cue for Paco and the new guy to step on in.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Oh well crap.

Paco stopped moving forward when the Doctor turned to sneer at him, not so much freezing in place as readjusting his weight in preparation to launch himself away from anymore of that soul fire that he felt inclined to throw his way. He does briefly glance back over his shoulder at the new guy, and that's mostly what saves him from grinning when he sees Jamie getting up off the floor.

"Nahh, never went in for spears," he said to keep the Doctor's attention on him and off the guy in red spandex getting his second wind. "A man's gotta know his stride; and me, I'm all about the basics."

When Jamie launched himself forward, shouting something unintelligible, Paco also lunged forward, aiming a blow for the legs -- made easier by the fact that the Doctor had 'the higher ground' at the top of the stairs.

No idea of that series... It never made it here /derp

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

Okay. Whatever it was he had stumbled in to, these guys didn't seem to like one another at all. Also: It strangely reminded him of that one day that he lost the Heavy and ended up alone in BLU territory when suddenly two enemy Scouts charged at him with drawn mackerels and the clear intent to perform a fish kill. Medic blinked in irritation at that memory and let his eyes linger on stick-kid, maybe waiting for him to shout 'BONK!' any time now.

The costumed guy went for a tackle and the seemingly only other adult in the room sounded like he had send his sanity on a vacation trip.

And then there was the neyt question: If these three really were about to seriously harm one another... Where were those annoying tentacles that were supposed to prevent this from happening? Did they go on vacation too?

Rolling his eyes and hating what he was about to do, Medic stepped forward, deliberately ignoring the little voice in his head that begged him to just let them kill each other so he could open their brains and take a look just what was wrong with them, and spoke up "Okay, all zhree of you, schtop it. Now!"

[makeherblue]

The Doctor didn't care what planet you were on or how possessed you were by a spirity demony thing: when someone screamed bloody murder at your back, you tended to jump.

A lot.

The Doctor/Darksoul started at Jamie's voice suddenly breathing down his neck, at the top of his lungs. Really, it was a perfectly lovely battle-cry. Picture perfect. Not a picture exactly --

And that was as far as he got, because the next thing he knew, he was getting jumped from two different directions. Which was odd, when he thought about it, because he was sure he'd fried Jamie's pathetically tiny human brain. It wasn't like there'd been much to fry, not with an overgrown ape. Clearly he was the only one who thought so, the Doctor hitting the glass floor of the TARDIS with a heavy thud and a tangle of limbs. It took that second of flailing around, trying to get up, for it to sink in that it was just him, Big Fella and Jamie. Big Fella's friend hung back instead, as if it was a fight between school boys. That or he was just acting out of self-preservation, which was also logical. Smartest human of the lot, the Doctor would say.

Not that it'd matter. None of them did, not even Should-Be-Dead-Twice(ish) Jamie. Well, brain-dead.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t have made that kind of mistake, not with this Doctor trapped in his own body. Their control was absolute, wasn’t it? The doubt on the Time Lord's face was wiped away as he glared up at the one human not trying to attack him.

"Why don’t you break it up, then? Mature, reasonable, worthless adult like yourself -- ,” the Doctor cut himself off. Bit busy here. He tried to wiggle away from what felt like a Jamie elbow in his side. Reasonably sure it was a Jamie elbow.

The Doctor managed to free an arm. He swung around wildly, going for Paco’s face after a second brush with Jamie -- only to discover the human had smartened up and put on that helmet since the last time. Well, he only had to get one of them, and he was sure he could sort out Jamie on his own, especially with that other older human simply standing on the sidelines. Remind him to thank the adult after this, by the way. Granted, they’d all be wiped from history once he was done, but maybe he’d be nice with this one. No resurrecting him by going back in time. He’d earned that much by being annoyingly sensible about all this. The Doctor/Darksoul continued trying to escape, not making it easy for his attackers.

He wasn’t trying to punch. The Doctor felt his fingers brushing up against bare skin and what felt like someone’s nose and then forehead. That was all it took, the Doctor on the attack again, even as he squirmed madly to get to his feet. If there was one thing he was good at it, it was a decent squirm. The Doctor was seconds from sliding out of his tweed jacket and freeing himself.

[bonnypiperlad]

There was a grunt in response to the new guy's order - if whoever this person was thought that Jamie was about to stop fighting, he had another think coming. Besides which, he was quite busy at the moment trying to prevent the Doctor from doing to Paco what had been done to him. But the man was slippery, and trying to keep him contained was rather like trying to hold on to a fish.

"Oh, no, ye don't," Jamie muttered, shifting his weight to try and pin the man down, giving him another good elbowing in the process. Now, he knew the Doctor had always been good at getting out of things, but this was ridiculous.

"Don't let him touch ye!" he shouted, pulling with all his might. "Whatever that spirit-thing has done to him, it..." He trailed off into a muttered oath as the Doctor made a last-ditch effort to free himself of the tweed. All he could really do was attempt to grab onto the Time Lord's arms and yank back on them in an effort to try and prevent the contact with Paco's skin.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Jamie's last minute yank didn't stop the Doctor from getting his hands on Paco's face. The teenager from El Paso shouted in pain as the Time Lord tore through his undeveloped psychic defenses and began to pour an overwhelming amount of information into his mind. Normal human brains really weren't made to take that kind of punishment, and Paco's was no exception. He couldn't make heads or tails of any of it, comprehending nothing but snatches and flashes of light and sound and sensation. Also pain. Lots of pain.

Fortunately, Paco's brain wasn't completely without allies. Paco's body also understood pain. And Paco's body understood that, sometimes, you can hit things and they'll stop hurting you.

It wasn't a very good punch, but it was the only defense Paco had left in the face of utter madness.

[uebercharge.livejournal.com]

This was the first time in a very, very long time that anyone had called the Medic reasonable. While it was proof, that this man had no idea whom he was trying to insult there, it caused the German's frown to shift in a somewhat thoughtful manner.

But the stranger on the floor was right about breaking up this mess and just end this kindergarten-scenario.

Medic was about to reach for his syringe gun, the Blutsauger, when another cry errupted from the heap of humans on the floor. The cry was similar to the one that had lured him here. A clear indicator for someone suffering an immense amount of pain. The RED would have smirked, but the general situation was just plain annoying. So instead of drawing his syringe gun, his hand went up and into a different direction while his feet brought him forward quickly.

Few steps brought him within reach of the little brawl and without further hesitation MEdic had Paco snatched up by the back of his neck and yanked the seemingly injured out of the mess in one very final motion. The young man was dropped down on the ground again, several feet away from the others and pinned there with a heavily booted foot. Half a moment later, the nozzle of the medigun was quite literally pushed into Paco's face. It may as well have been a flamethrower. Only that it wasn't. For the other half of the moment, Medic inspected the kid for any visible injury and then pushed the lever of the gun down. The red, glowing beam latched onto Paco's head right away and the doctor already got angry with himself for coming here.

He growled mildly, keeping the medigun on Paco and Paco pinned down. It was then, that he drew forth the Blutsauger with his free hand and aimed the odd gun in the direction of the remaining two figures. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, sending at least two dozens syringes their way. If that didn't get them apart, he swore to himself he's cut them apart from one another.